Thoughts and Fancies of a Girl

Thoughts and Fancies of a Girl

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ... within me singing, Through fields of waving corn, We walk to church together--Rose in a gown of gray Which in the summer weather She wears each Sabbath day. A hat with ribbons shady, Some purple violets Which I have brought my lady And never Rose forgets! The fields with light are flushing, Her eyes demurely low; I take her books, and, blushing, We still in silence go. VI. Shines the moon with silver beam. Who would dream by that pale light As she sails, of night supreme, Half the world is guided right? Through her lattice shine on Rose, Where she lies in dreamless sleep; Round her room your rays dispose, Vague night-terrors from her keep. You are pale and you are cold, Would the great sun burned above; For my heart burns liquid gold--Rose, methinks, returns my love! VII. Crushed at a blow--all our airy fantastical joys. Rose, little Rose, must be put from my mind for ever! While I was idling the hours in this blissful Arcadia, I had forgotten the call of the noisy city. I am recalled, for a telegram reached me to-day, Breathing progressive convention, discordant combine! I must return to my true life and Rose to her own! She a farmer's daughter, and I the son of an earl! Wealth and simplicity must not accord so, I fear. Rose, as she is, is allied with the fields and the flow'rs, She is part of her own surroundings as they of her; Take but the one from the other, and either is spoilt. I have not spoken of love I am thankful to-day. I dare not obey mine own heart, and she will forget! Society has her own laws which I dare not break! Ah! what a coward am I. I fear that the clover Would breathe through the gilt if I married this rustic maid! How doth the heart frame what but the false tongue desireth. Desireth? Ah, no! I am driving myself to fear: more

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  • Paperback | 36 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123655843X
  • 9781236558435